Voicemail

Oct. 1st, 2021 04:40 pm
vanillajello: (On the phone: looking ahead.)
Hey, it's Kate, I'm somewhere doing something interesting. You know what to do.

-BEEP-
vanillajello: (Coffee means happiness.)
It wasn't a First Fridays in the Crossroads district, but there was some kind of a winter artwalk thing happening, so there were still a lot of people around. A couple of food vendors here and there along the streets as well as pop-up art spaces. A good mix of people, from middle-aged cultured people hoping to seem hip with the times, to young people with mustaches and/or unnaturally colored hair... well, honestly, hoping for pretty much the same.

And of course, Kate in her koala hat, and her guest who she'd just picked up from a portal.

(There hadn't been any sexy farmer sightings yet, but Kate had faith.)

"You know, back when I first came here? This was all just art. Or, like, artsy hipsters. Now there's a ton of just like... hipster-hipsters."

Wasn't this exactly the kind of quality commentary you'd come by for, Eric?

[ooc: NFB, for that there Viking dude that's visiting!]
vanillajello: (Smiling old school.)
It had taken several hours of driving to get to the State Fair from KCMO. But that just meant this date time had included a road trip! And since it was Kate's 22nd birthday, she was cool with a road trip.

And, apparently, visiting a cheesy state fair with a motel night to follow.

Sometimes she liked simple pleasures.

Like pointin at signs advertising attractions around the fairgrounds. "Oh my God! Toto, we really are in Kansas right now."

[ooc: This fair ended two weeks ago IRL but see if we care. NFB, for the boy, though can be open for texts or calls I s'pose.]
vanillajello: (Smiling old school.)
Kate had had long-ass day at work, and somehow she'd managed to be in the dark about the news throughout the day. Not so much now that she was at home, though. Nope. News illumination! That was totally a thing. And so was calling her little brother on the east coast.

Except he didn't pick up, of course he didn't, he was probably out having a party with his art school friends. Or possibly at some café talking about the pointlessness of the marriage institution. It was hard to know with the artsy types. She noted that in the rambly voicemail she left him. Among many other equally rambly things.

Then she danced around the living room for a bit. When Seamus barked excitedly up at her, she picked him up and danced with him in her arms for a bit. She'd had a long day. If there was something to gain happiness from, she'd take it.

[ooc: Obligatory celebratory post! NFB, but open for all the usual.]
vanillajello: (Smiling old school.)
From: illegalpants@sirchmail.com
To: (Srsly, if you think there's a chance you got this, you got this. Friends, acquaintances, former collegues, everyone. ...@gmail.com)
Subject: TWENTY ONE TWENTY ONE TWENTY ONE

Hello hello hello! GUESS WHO'S GOING TO BE A REAL LIVE ADULT TOMORROW?

Me. The answer is me.

To celebrate, there's going to be a party tomorrow night at Mr. Northman's fine establishment (that's the Devil's Nest if you're unfamiliar with Uncle Eric) (Devil's Nest is on Black Swan Drive in Fandom, in case you're unfamiliar with the club) in my honor! Come one, come all! No gifts necessary, but I won't decline if you get me something. I fucking love presents. Or just being told happy birthday.

Also if you're under 21, sorreee but there probably won't be any booze for you due to venue policy. But! The selection of fancy foreign sodas is amazing. So, don't let that stop you.

So to recap: Kate's birthday bash, Devil's Nest, Wednesday 1st of October, 2014. Be there!

- Kate

[ooc: NFB, but open for emails/texts/calls and the like! Party post happening tomorrow with the much appreciated co-operation of [livejournal.com profile] justlurkinghere.]
vanillajello: (Day in day out.)
Kate was doing highly important work in her office again. Yes, highly important. Playing Fruit Ninja on her phone. It was important! For her... brain and fingers and reflexes, and stuff. Yes.

Seamus the Corgi was also asleep on the floor by her desk, cuddling a stuffed bunny. That probably wouldn't last long. He was just resting from his earlier hard work of chasing a ball around the office.

[ooc: Open door/post/office hour!]
vanillajello: (Day in day out.)
Kate's desk was entirely covered in papers. Many were crumpled up, although there were also various print-outs scattered about, and a notepad with a lot of things crossed out in front of her. Apparently her method for deciding what to teach in the next term was a little messy. Seamus the corgi, who was with her in Fandom today, was loving it, though. He thought any and all crumpled paper balls that fell on the floor were the best thing ever. Which was nice, because Kate didn't seem to be getting her anywhere. So it was good that someone was getting something out of it.

And that was how she ended up sitting on the floor of her office, throwing a paper ball for Seamus to fetch. Maybe that would somehow jog her braincells and give her an idea.

Even if she probably couldn't teach 'Barking Happily 101'.

[ooc: Open post, open door, open everything!]
vanillajello: (Things are okay.)
Kate was the most productive person on Earth.

She was spending her office hours on Tumblr.

Okay, sure, she'd done some sother stuff too, gotten some lesson plans ready and all that stuff, plus tried to get a hold of some people at SkyKans to check on what the situation was. And then called her fellow flight attendants when those people were completely unavailable. It didn't get her any new info.

Tumblr had no info on crappy midwestern airlines either, but it least it had a ton of nice pictures.

[ooc: Open post, open door, open office hours, open everything!]
vanillajello: (Comfortable silence.)
Kate now had a picture of her boyfriend on her desk. And also another one of their dog (who, by the way, she really needed to bring along to Fandom one of these times). It was like she was starting to be an actual adult with an office or something.

Still didn't have a coffee machine, though. Oh, well. Instead of coffee, she was going to bombard Bod's phone with photos of the office. (It made sense to her.) No regrets.

[ooc: Open office hour, open post!]
vanillajello: (Day in day out.)
Kate had an office!

Specifically, Kate had Mitchell's old office. For reasons. Largely to do with sentimentality because she had spent many a day right in this room at sixteen, talking shit and watching important cinematic masterpieces such as that one movie about mutated otters. Look, if she was going to pretend to be a teacher – and she seemed to have pretended okay during her first class session yesterday – then she was going to want to do a part of the work where she actually felt comfortable. And this happened to be it.

And her first office hour was probably going to be spent peering into all drawers and the like. Or at least the first hour of it. After that, she was probably going to get her laptop out and go on Tumblr.

It was totally a place to get class session inspiration from!

[ooc: Open office hours, come say hi!]
vanillajello: (How you doin'?)
I'm not late, you're late!

Actually, it's pretty late where I live, right now. Anyway, info! In a post!

Kate Gregson )
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Natalie V. Adams )
Jackson Whittemore )
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vanillajello: (Ladies room.)
Kate had a day off. A blessed, blessed day off, because SkyKans had been getting a little weirder and shoddier than usual, lately, and as these things always went, the flight staff got all the damn fallout from it, like shit was their fault.

So Kate was embracing her day off. And a sudden fit of nostalgia as well as a rare urge to do something productive. And also fun. Actually, dragging clothes out from the far reaches of the bedroom closet and dumping it all over the bed probably looked like it was more about fun and making a mess than it was about productivity, but it was for a productive cause, honest! Because she had a ton of clothes back there that she hadn't worn since probably before she'd moved away from home the first time and that she'd just brought over when they'd moved without giving it a second thought. It was really time to pare that shit down a bit.

But first, it was time to try half the things on and pose in front of the mirror and argue with herself about what she might still wear and what was just waaaay too fifteen-year-old goth punk scene kid to fly with her anymore. Like the ensemble of a too-tight skull t-shirt and plaid skirt and relevant accessories she was trying on right now.

She'd worn a lot of fishnet stuff five years ago, hadn't she?

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/visits/that guy! Idek I needed to write something that isn't RL school related. On that note, SP warning in effect!]
vanillajello: (Joking right?)
Between work and birthday celebrations and whatever, Kate didn't feel like she'd had a lot of time to just veg out lately. So that was a pretty obvious plan for today since she had the day off. And she was a world class vegger so it was going to be good. She had her laptop, she had candy (the world's most nutritious late breakfast!), and she was in her pajamas. Everything was pretty much perfect. And her first order of the day? Scrolling back on her Tumblr dash for as far back as she could before her browser would inevitably freeze under the load. Hey, she'd missed a whole bunch of shit. Like all the way past Halloween. Maybe having been doing stuff other than Tumbling meant that she was an adult.

Of course she probably lost all her adult points by doing what she was doing right now. But whatevs. It was fun, and it passed the time, and she was seeing some pretty funny shit and snickering to herself. And then she came across a post collecting a bunch of highly obscure characters and internet phenomena Halloween costumes. And one of them looked familiar. Like, really familiar. Really, really, really, 'I ruined my life for a while over that costume' kind of familiar.

Kate clicked on the source link for the post in question. And yeah, there it was in the tags.

#princess valhalla hawkwind

So, Kate almost choked on her Twizzler. Once she was over her coughing fit and near-death experience, she typed the words into the search bar, because no way was there going to be anything else in there. Had to be just some random person digging up a low quality video from two years ago and making a costume 'for the lulz' or something. Had to be.

Except there was a bunch of recent fan art in the tag.

Some of it was actually pretty good.

"... Whaaaat."

[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual stuff.]
vanillajello: (Pretty and knows it.)
Kate had turned twenty two weeks ago. Bod would do the same in a couple of weeks, and so not only was today almost the midway point between their two birthdays, it also happened to be their two-and-a-half years anniversary. Yes, Kate was about as astonished by that fact as most other people might have been. (Her own fifteen-year-old Fandom newbie self from a little over four years ago would have been flabbergasted, for sure.) And it was a cause for celebration.

It had taken some saving and a bit of luck with regards to deals, but they had a suite for a couple of days at Hotel Pershing Hall in Paris (Kate's choice, they hadn't been since that time Fandom was next to Disneyland), near just about all the good stuff as far as Kate was concerned. And that was before she'd seen the inside of the hotel, because holy shit.

"Holy shit."

Way to look like an American tourist right after dragging your bags in the door, Kate.

[ooc: NFB, and for the boy, and massive SP!]
vanillajello: (Oh I am listening.)
Date nights didn't happen too often these days. And Kate was pretty fine with that, since she got to live with her lovable boyfriend and their puppy baby, and staying in was pretty easy for her lazy ass.

But sometimes date inspiration struck, and her lazy ass put on a dress to head out. Like tonight. She'd gotten dressed up and dragged Bod out with her to just walk around and find a place to have a snack or a meal in.

A place like Blue Koi, which she was now excitedly pointing at, even as she swung Bod's hand with her other one. "Oooh! They're supposed to have really good bubble tea here!"

[ooc: NFB, for the dude.]
vanillajello: (I am into you.)
Tara and Max had been spending their holiday weekend in a productive way, by finally cleaning the garage and sorting out the crap that had been accumulating in there for almost two decades now.

And long story short, after a quick trip to OP, Kate was now sitting on the bed safely back at the apartment going through a big box of stuff she hadn't seen in years and years. "Ohhh my God."

A diary from when she was five? Priceless.

[ooc: NFB, but open for the guy and calls and texts and stuff!]
vanillajello: (Casual weekday.)
Ugh. Long workdays due to delayed flights were horrible. Made all the more horrible by a seemingly endless stream of increasingly annoyed and annoying customers. Seriously, it was ridiculous how far the general mood could plummet. Kate's cheeks were practically aching from the all the smiling she'd forced herself to do.

So when she made it home, she shed her uniform, pulled on a flannel shirt like it was a decent thing to wear, and flopped down on the couch in the living room.

"Nooot moving."

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/boy, as usual.]
vanillajello: (Let it shine through.)
After the grad brunch on Sunday, Kate had hopped a portal to a certain New York because Cinco de Mayo was just the perfect excuse to drag Hannibal out to have fun. So she'd done that. And then hung out with him yesterday, first nursing their hangovers, then out on the town where they'd made some great purchases and some even greater decisions involving permanent body art. Because you couldn't leave them together unsupervised. Not now that they were finally getting back into almost their pre-vampire days swing.

So Kate was pretty happy, coming home right now. Sure, she'd have to go to work in a couple of hours, but whatever. She was wearing some pretty spiffy new pants, and she had a bandage on the inside of one ankle. Things were pretty good.

Kicking off her shoes at the door because ugh, she just wanted them off, she called out into the apartment proper, "Honey, I'm hoooome."

[ooc: NFB, but open for that guy and texts and calls, yes. Dear dropped Hannibal modded with kind permission. Even if I was told I couldn't give him a tramp stamp.]
vanillajello: (Do keep talking.)
Far, far away from any and all dungeon drama, two people were about to celebrate having managed to stay together for two whole years. (Well, two years plus the one half they'd managed the first time around.) Naturally, it warranted portaling out of Kansas for a trip. Kate had planned this one, and since Kate loved to pick places with significance sometimes, she'd picked Romania, since it was where one of Bod's childhood pseudo-parents had come from. And because it was in Europe and the internet had made it seem like there was enough to see in Bucharest on a trip lasting a few days.

Assuming they'd actually come out of their superior double room at the Marshal Garden Hotel. Which they'd just walked into for the first time.

"... Oh my God, I love it."

There were bright colors and big flower motifs on the carpet. Of course she loved it.

[ooc: NFB, and for the boy. Two years omg.]
vanillajello: (Oh I'm actually listening.)
Days off for both Kate and Bod at the same time didn't come around every day. (Which made sense, because if they had, it would've probably meant they were both out of a job.) But once they did, sometimes you had to take advantage, by going out and doing something silly. Like going to see a local attraction! You know, like the Hallmark Visitors Center. Kate's choice, naturally.

She hadn't even realized the place was a thing before looking up possible attractions to visit, earlier today.

She was already heading for the gift shop about as soon as they were through the doors, though. Impatience would have been her middle name if her parents hadn't decided to go with Michelle instead. "I need to check out the cheesy card selection like right now."

[ooc: NFB, for the boooy.]

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